The Perfection of Silence

The Perfection of Silence

The way he sits with pale legs crossed politely,
easing into elevators & into the waiting room,
big eyed, white & empty.
In the house, by the window, near the bed,
in the downstairs, pressing dead lips together
in a statement of nothingness.
And in your recliner, stretched the length of you,
watching nothing but the tv, unaware & void,
his face without expression, enthusiasm, plans,
his eyes a magnificent mimic,
drooped and dead pan.

Reviews

[Rick Puetter]

Dear Phibby,

What a horrible dipiction of a man devoid of life's energy, caught in a state of hopelessness and nothingness, sapped of life. This is simply a miserable state and you've captured it very graphically. Thanks for your insights into this state of being. I hope it isn't something you witness on a daily basis.

Well done.

Best regards,

Rick

[Donald Meikle]

This leaves me without words Phib, it's not a happy feeling I'm left with. It's not silent perfection There's really nothing else to be said. Like Em I've read and re read and will re read it.

[Emily B]

wow, I think I need to read it again a time or two to let the qualities sink in . . . :)